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Seeing her caused a lurch in Ramey, a recognition.
She might have been someone he had once loved.
He had never seen her before, but now he thought of the manner in which he and Benson went in and out of the cities, at each end of their run.
The truck routes, the industrial areas with walls grimed with diesel smoke passed briefly through his mind -- back alleys were their access to a city and they could never stay.
How would you ever see her again??
The feeling subsided, it was only a small yearning.
Their work was lonely.

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